This is a wedding cake I made last weekend.
It had 30 roses cascading down all three tiers and was for a beautiful young couple who came to see me last year to book this cake. I had great difficulty in picking up this cake, had to enlist the help of my darling husband to get it into my car, and then sat on the floor in the van at the venue while it was transported up a winding, very rutted road to the top.
I loved making the roses but was so gutted to hear my daughter tell me that a client who had collected another cake earlier the same day had said he did not like my roses. Sometimes thoughts should get no further than the brain so as not to offend. And even though I was not there to hear it, like they say “out of the mouths of babes”, as my 5 year old repeated what he had said.